C17 Absorptive Spirituality

"Ye Feng, we looked down on you before, I never thought that you had the talent to gather herbs. Hmm, Manager Zhang was right, you are indeed not trash."

"Since that's the case, this Deacon cannot waste your talent. How about this, from tomorrow onwards, you will be a member of the Zhao Family Manor's herb collecting team, and as long as you hand over a middle grade yellow-ranked spirit medicine to the manor every day, you and your sister Hua Ling can live peacefully in the manor." Zhao Tianle squinted his eyes and said.

"What?"

Hua Ling was extremely furious.

He had to hand over a medium-grade spiritual herb every day?

Why don't you go die?

Although big brother has picked a lot of medicinal herbs this time, picking herbs is a matter of luck. Forget about medium-grade spiritual medicines, sometimes even low-grade spiritual medicines might not be able to pick one every day. Moreover, this way, I must enter the Great Black Forest everyday.

Sooner or later, something would happen!

This fellow ate people without spitting out their bones.

"Deacon Zhao, you must be joking. There will always be a day when the spiritual medicines are exhausted. There aren't many middle-grade spiritual medicines that appear in the outer perimeter. Not to mention one a day, I'm afraid that not even one would be able to do it in ten days."

Ye Feng spoke slowly, as he did so, his gaze turned towards the large dustpan on the long table that was filled with medicinal ingredients.

With so many medicinal ingredients gathered here, the spirituality being emitted had long stirred the Evergreen And Everlasting Vein. Ye Feng had been enduring it all this while, but it was not convenient for him to make a strange move in public.

Now that Zhao Tianle didn't have anything to do, he found an opportunity.

"However, I, Ye Feng cannot ignore Deacon Zhao's good intentions. How about this, let me consider …"

"You'd better!" Zhao Tianle's face darkened, and threatened, "Zhao Family Manor does not allow for the nurturing of idle people!"

Hearing that, Ye Feng's expression became extremely ugly, his body stiffened and did not move.

The spectators all thought that Ye Feng was shocked by Deacon Zhao.

Trash was still trash after all. They would be scared witless if they were even slightly scared. Hmph …

"Alright then. Deacon Zhao, but I have only been in touch with the herbs for a short period of time, so I do not know about many of them. Can you give me some time to carefully observe them? " After a long while, Ye Feng helplessly nodded, and extended his hand out, pointing at the large dustpan on the long table.

"Go!"

There was no need to mention the happiness in Zhao Tianle's heart.

However, on the surface, he pretended to be indifferent and generously waved his hand.

"Big brother, how could you agree to such a condition?" Hua Ling said in a low and urgent voice. She reached out to pull Ye Feng, but Ye Feng turned his head and gave her a look.

"Do you believe me, brother?"

"I believe you, but …" Hua Ling still wanted to say something.

"Just a letter is enough. Come, accompany big brother to take a look at those spiritual medicines. Next time, I'll get to know you." Ye Feng smiled as he led her over. He picked up the most eye-catching hundred year old ginseng from the big dustpan …

"..."

One after another.

Very quickly, Ye Feng had touched all the spirit medicines in the large dustpan. In the eyes of Zhao Tianle and the others, he only casually touched them, and then, he put them back.

The contact time did not exceed a few breaths.

But who knew that with just a casual touch, Ye Feng could already suck out almost every single stalk of medicinal herb. In addition, Ye Feng was worried that he would attract suspicion, so he intentionally left some traces of the medicine.

If he could only absorb seventy to eighty percent of it, even a fool would be able to tell that there was nothing wrong with the medicine.

It was true that the current Ye Feng was not afraid of Zhao Tianle, but even if he could kill Zhao Tianle, his Zhao Family Manor was still above Zhao Tianle's. In particular, the Manor Lord was a great expert at the peak of the seventh stage of the warrior realm.

Compared to Zhao Dapeng, Ye Feng was far weaker.

After absorbing the spiritual force, the medicinal force quickly entered the meridians, and was converted into inner strength and power by the Evergreen And Everlasting Vein. But just at this moment, an unexpected change occurred.

After absorbing enough spirit medicine from the Great Black Forest, Ye Feng's cultivation had long since entered the perfect third stage of the Tiger Force Realm long before he killed the Flame Tiger, and his strength was even stronger than the fourth stage of the s.

After being unable to enter the Blood Exchange Stage for so long, he had only encountered a cultivation bottleneck.

But now, after absorbing one Hundred Year Old Mountain Ginseng, two other mediocre spirit herbs, and quite a few low quality spirit herbs, the enormous energy that was produced by the transformation of the Evergreen And Everlasting Vein had caused the sealed bottleneck to slowly open.

In other words, the current Ye Feng was about to have a breakthrough again.

When Martial Cultivator enters the fourth level of Blood Exchange Stage, at the same time as his strength increases, his vitality will also become as strong as smoke, and his normal blood will condense into Blood Essence. At this time, Ye Feng could feel a warm current rolling around in his Dantian, causing the blood in his body to boil.

His body slowly grew hot, and his face became crimson like blood.

This was originally a good thing, but now was not the right time. Ye Feng did not have enough strength yet, so he could not let Zhao Tianle and the others sense anything.

"Ouch!" His mind raced, but he purposely let out a loud moan.

"Brother, what's wrong? Have you got a fever? I can feel how hot your body is. " Hua Ling immediately rushed forward to support Ye Feng.

"Hua Ling, brother isn't feeling well. Let's go back first." Ye Feng leaned half of his body onto Hua Ling's shoulder, and forcefully suppressed his dantian's cultivation, preventing his Blood Exchange Stage from arriving earlier.

"Haha, this trash must have been poisoned."

"Back then when my big brother went into the Great Black Forest to gather medicinal herbs, he suffered the same symptoms as when he absorbed the poisonous gas. His entire body turned red, and then his entire body slowly became festering." Back then, when my big brother went into the Great Black Forest to gather medicinal herbs, he also suffered the same symptoms when he absorbed the poisonous gas.

"Actually, this is something that will happen sooner or later. It's my good luck that I didn't die this time, how can I be so lucky next time? Deacon got this trash to hand over a middle grade spirit medicine every day. "

"Once the trash dies, Hua Ling's mother's skin will never escape the Deacon's grasp again …"

"The toad has eaten the flesh of a swan, a flower. Ai, what a pity …"

"It's a pity your head is off. Stay away from me. If the Deacon hears about it, you are dead. "

Seeing Ye Feng, who had a face of "pain", being supported by Hua Ling as he walked further and further away, the surrounding people surnamed Zhao once again pointed at their backs, excitedly discussing about it. And Zhao Tianle, who was standing on the high platform, when he saw Ye Feng's scene just now, his eyes flashed with a hint of rarely seen solemness.

However, this heaviness quickly disappeared and was replaced with a cold glint.

"It does have some similarities to the fourth stage of Blood Exchange Stage, but … It's absolutely impossible. The Yuanwu Continent has never appeared before, and a peerless individual who has awakened a Martial Vein less than ten days ago, has reached the Blood Exchange Stage. "

"Looks like he really was poisoned. Hmph, it's good that he's dead, so as to avoid trouble for me …"

"..."

It was night.

In the Zhao Family's courtyard, a large pot was set up high. A few servants who were working on the stove were pulling the bellows, continuously adding firewood …